Arthur Unravels Arthur

# Everyday when you're walking down the street

# Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day

# If you can learn to work and play

# And get along with each other

# You've got to listen to your heart Listen to the beat

# Listen to the rhythm The rhythm of the street

# Open up your eyes Open up your ears

# Get together and make things better By working together

# It's a simple message and it comes from the heart

# Believe in yourself

# For that's the place to start

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

-# Hey!

-What a wonderful kind of day

# If you can learn to work and play

-# And get along with each other

-Hey!

-# What a wonderful kind of day

-Hey!

-# What a wonderful kind of day

-Hey! #

Hey, DW!

-Hey!

-Whoa! Oooft.

OK, according to this map,

we should be really close to the ancient temple of King Zut Ammano.

Don't all the legends say that the temple is guarded by evil spirits?

You guys don't really believe all that legend stuff, do you?

Of course not. We're scientists and explorers.

Those evil spirits are just a myth.

Argh!

RUMBLING

Who dares disturb the temple of King Zut Ammano?

ALL: Argh!

-BINKY GASPS

-What do we do?

We've got to get across somehow.

If we had something to throw over that branch,

we could swing to safety.

If only we had a rope or some long piece of fabric, like a scarf.

Oh, if only we had a scarf, we'd all be saved!

Yeah. Too bad we don't have a scarf.

ALL: Argh!

TV: 'Prince of Light, the evil minions of Mordor are behind you!

'Take cover, and throw me the sword!

'Oh, no, the...' SOUND BREAKS UP AND CUTS OUT

-Oh!

-Oh, not again!

That's the third time the movie's skipped back to the beginning.

At least we managed to see a little more of it that time.

I bet the disc is just dirty.

I don't get it.

How can you make clothes out of a ball of string?

It's yarn, not string.

And you have to knit the wool together to make something.

This is going to be a sweater.

Is knitting hard?

Not really.

All you do is use a needle to pull one loop through...

another loop. Want to try it?

I could set you up with some yarn.

OK! I'll make a poncho for Nadine.

Her birthday is coming up.

First, let me make some fresh loops for you to start with.

Does it matter how many loops you make?

Yes. If you want your knitting to be wide,

you make more loops. For something skinnier, fewer loops.

Put the needle into the loop like this...

Wrap the yarn around it...

then pull the yarn through.

Then you push that old loop off.

You've officially knit your first stitch!

Look at me, Arthur, I'm knitting!

You're looping the yarn the wrong way.

-I'll show you what you're doing wrong.

-Get your own!

-Arthur,

how about I set you up with your own needles and yarn?

Umm... No, thanks, no offence, but knitting is kind of boring.

Boring? Did you know there was a famous book

in which a woman named Madame Defarge

used knitting as a code to transmit secret messages?

How did she do that?

Madame Defarge used different combinations

of knit and purl stitches to send messages,

kind of like Morse code.

The spies are scheduled to arrive at 0400 hours.

They will hand off the microfilm to their contact

who will take it.

Agent Long Ears is standing by for his instructions.

Locate spies...

pick up baloney.

Remove microfilm from baloney.

Don't draw any attention to yourself.

Oh!

That does sound...kind of cool. OK, I'll try it.

Why are you still in here? It stopped raining hours ago.

My goodness, you've been knitting up a storm!

What are you making?

I'm not sure yet. It's either a hat or a scarf.

Do you have any more purple yarn?

No... But I know just where we can get some.

Oh! Dr Fugue, what are you doing here?

My latest pupil needs gloves.

His fingers keep cramping on Bach's Invention In F Major.

-Have you been wearing yours?

-Yes!

In fact, I was just going home to practise now.

Is the pink you wanted, Grandma?

That's not pink, it's fuchsia.

Pink is simple, like a sea chanty. Fuchsia...

is an oboe concerto with hints of atonality.

Find what you were looking for?

Uh-huh. I'll meet you outside. It's kind of crowded in here.

Ah!

ARTHUR WHISTLES

Since when do you need a live-in dog walker / yoga instructor?

Oh, you never know.

Did you just buy something at the Yarn Yurt?

No.

Well, yes. But it's for my grandma.

Here, dear. You forgot the most important part. Your needles.

Needles?

Is Grandma Arthurina knitting himself a pretty dress?

For your information, these are not knitting needles.

They're tools for making secret codes.

Secret codes for what?

I'd tell you but then you'd be in grave danger.

Have you lost your marbles?

She's speaking in code. Don't worry, Sparrow, the marbles are safe.

Come on, my little secret agent.

We'd better get back to headquarters.

The coast is clear.

I still don't know what the big deal is.

-I just don't want any of the others seeing us knit, OK?

-But why?

Everyone would make fun of us.

I think Binky already suspects something.

Hey, that scarf is really coming along.

I decided to knit some mittens right onto the ends too.

I think there's something wrong with my sandwich cosy.

You dropped a stitch.

Try ripping out that row and starting again.

BELL Recess is over.

We'd better go back inside.

Just let me finish this row.

In colonial times, one might have been punished

for things we don't consider to be crimes today.

And being accused of a crime was serious.

You could be severely punished and shunned by the entire community.

Just the suspicion of acting strangely could get one arrested.

People tried to hide even the most innocent of activities.

Arthur?

Yes, Mr Ratburn?

Just making sure you're paying attention.

Great, I can knit privately in here.

DOOR OPENS

WHISTLING

Oh!

No!

No! Let me go!

You standeth here accused, Arthur Read,

of conjuring with string and sticks a most unspeakable garment.

I saw him with mine own eyes

depart Ye Olde Yarn Yurt with a pink woollen thread, most shameful.

It's not pink! It's fuchsia!

ALL: Ohhh!

He's a knitter!

ALL: Knitter! Knitter! Knitter!

No-o-o-o-o!

No!

No, I'm not a knitter! No!

Huh!

-Hey, Arthur. How's the knitting?

-Shh!

-Sorry.

I just want to finish my scarf without anyone finding out.

And then I'm done with knitting.

Just too dangerous.

Arthur, I heard about your new hobby

and I wanted to show you what I've been working on.

Huh!

I call it Tyrannosaurus Eggplant.

Thought it might inspire kids to eat more veggies.

What have you been knitting?

I don't knit, what made you think that?

Well, Thora said...

Me? A knitter?! Ha-ha...

Did someone lose their scarf?

It seems to be handmade, and there are mittens attached to the end.

Great idea!

If no-one claims it, I'll take it. It's such a beautiful shade of pink.

It's not pink, it's fuchsia!

And it's mine!

I made it.

Well, fuchsia isn't really your colour.

You should stick to yellow.

May I have a bag for my sandwich please?

I'd like to eat outside today.

Well, if it isn't the little seamstress.

ALL: Ha-ha-ha!

Look at me! I made a lovely scarf.

Did you really, Binky?

I never knew you were a knitter!

He isn't, Dr Fugue. I am.

Excellent work, Arthur.

Precise yet playful. Like a Schubert concerto.

You should join my knitting club.

You have a knitting club?

Every Wednesday evening chez moi.

There's not too many of us.

Just Oliver Frensky, Mrs MacGrady and of course, Rattles.

There are other boys in the club?

Crafts aren't just for girls or for boys.

Or for young or for old.

They're for everyone.

By the way, Binky, loved your dancing in Swan Lake the other night.

Ahh!

I figured I didn't want another hat,

but what I really needed was some leg-warmers.

Cos my legs get really cold.

Does anyone else get cold legs?

# Every day When you're walking down the street

# And everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

# And I say, hey

# What a wonderful kind of day

# What a wonderful kind of day, hey! #